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No stranger
to myself am I
but on days
ending in ‘y’
and sometimes
vowels twist my
thought and hours
pass without
my knowledge
and I wonder what
the cost might
be to forget
all needs
and society
just for a day
I think
may be enough
but time
doesn’t slow
surrender
or stop
and my hope
for a time
to rediscover
the parts
that dropped
off
or were lost
or never made
it on
in the first place
is shattered in
thinking of the
nattering on,
the sputtering forward
of the world and
each its seasons
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Comments (2)
Wonderful!!! Loved it!!!
Nice piece 😉❤️💯✨